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[richesse]

[ There’s a whisper through the murmur, more a breath of feeling than a fully formed thought. It’s sweet, and warm, and laughing—though it is not gentle, nor kind.

A voice follows the whisper, chased by darkness and shadows, the very suggestion of a nightmare. ]

Do you think we’re still dreaming? Or is this a living nightmare?

[ a hum, and another brush of teasing laughter, there and gone like a brief burst of memory, the last moment of summer that you can taste on your tongue before it’s irretrievably gone. ]

You’ve changed, haven’t you? We all have. What are you thinking, right now…? Who are you?

What are you?

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[richesse]

Oh my. Didn’t I ask you first?

[ … ]

Strange, [ she offers, simply. ] If I didn’t know better, I might truly believe I was dreaming.

[walriders]

I feel that.

[ discomfort, but some familiarity. this isn't the first time miles has been in a fucked up place where survival is key. ]

Kinda makes sense, given how we were brought here. Tricky to adapt to though.

[richesse]

Tricky is one way to put it. I’m not used to going without.

[ half a lie, half the truth. she doesn’t justify it. ]

Have you been changed? Your body, I mean.

[walriders]

[ it takes miles a moment to consider his response. ]

Kind of. [ he hesitates again. receiving information has always been his preference— ] My eyes. So far. When I've looked into any surface. They used to be blue.